Stanley is the last picture because I miss him a lot, and think of him often. Sometimes when I'm thinking of Dad, and sometimes because his picture is on my phone, thanks to nephew, who knows how to do these sorts of things. He was the first sample pic on my phone, and of course, I haven't changed it. I don't know HOW, is why:)
I am VERY proud that I've learned how to hook the lap-top up to the TV. The technology stares me in the face all the time, I just don't always want to stare back.
I had planned to start typing a smitch, I like to wait until there are no pings happening, at all. Strangely, though, there has been a surge lately. No idea why. Nothing to read here, people!
Move along!
Not that I have anything interesting/exciting/earth-shattering to SAY, mind. I just felt like typing again. You never know when you might need to remember how, I figure.
Good to know my grade 7 typing is still mostly there. Now that my 7th decade is being climbed, one yearly rung at a time, the old body is starting to creak a bit more. Discovered yoga, and also discovered I am still too hard on myself, because, as Dad always did, I assume my body is still 25 years old, in the glory that that quarter century holds.
No, really, it's helping, wish I'd started doing it way sooner, but then I've never been one to jump on any wagon too quickly.
Still trying to find my place to write, without interrupotions. I LOVE that typo...
Thanks for avoiding my blog, I really appreciate the disinterest :)
